Showing posts with label Australian Aborigines. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Australian Aborigines. Show all posts

Wednesday, 8 March 2017

Rabbit-Proof Fence - A letter to the Australian Prime Minister

Feb/ 7 /2017


Dear the Prime Minister of Australia

I heard the government had failed to catch the half-caste girls who escaped from the Moor River Settlement several weeks ago. It is long way and must be a hard way to back home, especially for very young girls.

They must have been cold, hungry, and scared most of time, but they would have never stopped walking. They might hunted for their food, catching rabbits, lizards, and birds and cooking them over a fire. They build a shelter every night pulled them down in the mornings, covered their fire holes, and were careful not to leave easy chance for the police to follow.

They just wanted to get home to live with their families, and that's the best place for any child to be.

The government spent a lot of money to catch them. But they couldn't catch them. Some people who met the girls on the way to their home helped them. It is the natural things to do that as a human.

If the girls would survive their long way trip to home, you shouldn't punish them. I think you should permit them to live with their family. And I hope you to change the law for the half-caste children. 

No one is more important their mother when they are young. You shouldn't take them away from their mother. It is the right way as a human to live with their family. 

Sincerely yours, 

Naoko Hiramatsu

Sunday, 2 May 2010

Doors to a Wider Place

This book contains six short stories, all which are set in Australia. If I have enough knowledge about Australian history, culture and discrimination against Australia's Aboriginal people, I would have been able to get a better understanding of the authors true points. Reader should study about Australia before read this book.

In the six stories, I like first one. It tells the story of a boy, who was depressed over his bird's death, and whistling kettle. The kettle came to the boy instead of the bird which had been kept by the boy. His delight, which was derived from getting whistling kettle, and purity made me feel warm inside.
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